It’s here. All the signs are evident. The days grow shorter. The nights turn cooler. Summer flowers are fading fast. And here and there, a bright spot of color other than green appears on our trees.
My favorite season of the year is autumn. I recently noticed one of those cute signs that folks put out in their yard for fall decorating that said: “There are two times of year: autumn and waiting for autumn.”
I can agree with that. Right now, our front porch is demonstrating that thought. Our bright red petunias still bloom in the dark green porch boxes hanging on our railing, but gorgeous yellow mums stand at attention like sentries beside our front door, waiting for autumn.
The porch swing still adorns the porch and the tree swing remains suspended in the front yard. But we gleaned six pumpkins from just a couple vines in our garden patch and they grace the front sidewalk, waiting for autumn.
We visited a local pumpkin patch with our oldest grandchild to enjoy some fall fun. After meandering through a corn maze, we noticed an entire field of sunflowers were still blooming just like the ones in the photo above snapped at a Maryland lavender farm back in July. Apparently, they are waiting for autumn.
The calendar says it’s autumn…yet here we’re still waiting for it to fully arrive. Waiting for the leaves to completely transform into fall’s colored hues and that special nutty aroma that announces autumn is in session.
I’ll be patient because all good things come to those who wait.
“Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them— The summer flowers depart— Sit still— as all transform’d to stone, Except your musing heart.” ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, in her poem The Autumn